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You’re never going to believe this.

Just when I thought I had our yard and house safe from those furry little critters mom calls mice–guess what?

Dad went to bed early last night, and mom and I stayed up to watch television. Mom was sitting in dad’s chair, and I was in Hilde’s chair because she was taking up the whole couch. Dad’s candy bag was on the shelf by our satellite receiver. All at once, mom jumped up and called for Paul–my human brother.

He came down to the tv room and asked mom what she needed. She told him that there was a mouse in dad’s candy bag. He asked, “Are you sure”? She told him that of course she was sure. He said he would be right back and went to his room.

He came back with gloves on and asked if the mouse was still in the candy bag. Mom told him that it was still there. He went over and picked up the bag and told mom he was going down to the creek and let it loose. Mom told him to let the candy bag stay with the mouse, and, just maybe, the little critter would not come back looking for peanut butter cups. I wanted to go with Paul, but he said “No, stay here, you’ll just chase it, and I won’t be able to find you in the dark.” So, reluctantly, I stayed in the house.

When Paul came back, he told mom that there were two mice in that unsuspecting-looking mouse trap. He said he felt one when he picked up the bag but felt another when he opened the breezeway door to go outside because he had to shift the bag to open the door. I know I could have caught them if I had had the chance, but, no, I had to stay in the house.

I showed my displeasure at Paul by ignoring him the rest of the night even though he watched television with us for a while.

It was almost nonexistent!

I feel like such a loser! I looked and looked inside and out for a creature to catch and play with, but I couldn’t find one.

Wooly never wants to play–just bite.

Kasha likes to play with me, but mom won’t let us play rough. What fun is that?

Hilde is so huge that when she plays with me she just bowls me over with her giant paws.

Misty is too old to play.

Samantha likes to play with me sometimes, but not today.

Candy is so small that I’m afraid I will hurt her. So where does all of this non-playing leave me?

I guess I will just play with my flashing red ball or flashing red/black barbell. They’re okay, but I get tired of entertaining myself. Mom doesn’t feel like playing either, so I guess I will just keep on throwing my toys off the bed and retrieving them and then doing it again and again and again ad nauseum.

I was after a mouse in our house when mom said “last call to go outside.” I couldn’t pass up that opportunity–the morning is a night away. So I went with mom and the others.

I may have missed the mouse in our house, but I caught one outside during “last call.” Sometimes I give mom a little bitty teeny tiny problem when she wants to go back inside before I’m ready to go–but not tonight. I went willingly.

I went straight to our bedroom, and mom never saw what I had in my mouth. She must have gotten suspicious; I bet it was my playing with the mouse that made her come in the bedroom and turn on the light. I guess I was making too much noise. All I was doing was throwing it a little ways from me and then grabbing it in my mouth and throwing it again. We were just playing.

When the light came on, mom caught me with it in my mouth. She didn’t yell at first, but when I wouldn’t drop it, she got that mean and angry tone in her voice; then she yelled. I knew better than not to mind her when I hear that voice. I dropped it immediately even though I was on the bed at the time. Mom got a tissue and picked up the little worse-for-wear creature. She took it outside; I think to the garbage can.

I can’t believe she took my little playmate away. She sure knows how to take the fun out of anything.

I didn’t even know I had this name until this morning. Apparently, dad gave it to me. He told mom when I first arrived that I had captured his heart. I know I had mom’s heart the first time she saw me (I’m pretty sure that I had Katy’s heart, too). She knew I was scared, wet, cold, and abanoned by irresponsible people (they can’t be human). Maybe someone will abandon them someday.

Don’t get me wrong, I love where I am, and I love everyone here–Hilde, Wooly (yes, even  him), Kasha, Misty, Samantha, and Candy. I also care very deeply for the humans who live here as well–mom, dad, Paul, Jason, and Richel.

I’m not sure exactly what the queen of hearts means, but I figure it’s a good thing since dad gave it to me.

I’m sorry about not writing in my blog yesterday, but mom stayed in bed all day with a headache–again.

I guess she is going to have to go back to see her doctor about her allergies. I don’t know what else could cause these headaches. She doesn’t have migraines anymore, because she takes Corgard–a beta blocker–and that prevents her migraines. Also, she never has just a regular headache anymore, so it’s got to be her allergies.

She takes Ceron-DM, which is a syrup, and she takes two teaspoons of it every four hours. But, although it is a generic, it still is very expensive; the insurance won’t pay for it. Which stinks, if you ask me. I know you’re not asking me, but I am telling you just the same. Dad just hates to see mom in pain as much as I do. I did my job, though; I guarded her from the foot of the bed–just like always. I know she called the doctor today, so I’m guessing she’ll go see her doctor sometime this week. At least, I hope so. I’ll keep you posted.

I apologize for not writing in my blog yesterday, but mom and I were just feeling too bad. Mom still has her headache, but I’m not throwing up anymore; thank goodness.

When I went outside this morning, I did my usual patrol around the perimeter fence. When I got to where Katy is resting, I smelled a rat. Indeed, it was a real big and chubby rat; at least that’s what mom said. I smelled it before I saw it. I tried to creep upon it, but I guess I stepped on a leaf or something–usually I pretty good about sneaking upon things. I think it saw me at the same time I saw it.

It started running toward the front gate, and I was right behind it. It just barely escaped. I turned around and saw mom coming towards me, and so I started running up and down the front fence line–the one by the highway. When mom got to the gate, she stopped and started looking around to see if she could see what I had been chasing. Lo and behold, it was just sitting across the road looking back at us.

I barked my frustration, but mom said I did a good job; that I was a great guard dog. I was protecting Katy and the rest of my family that rests under and by the tree.

I bet that dirty rat doesn’t come back here anymore. But. if it does, I’ll be watching.

It was in the sixties today, but we had a very strong wind. It didn’t really matter; my mom was sick today. I didn’t go outside unless it was absolutely imperative.

Mom just kinda lazed around on the couch all day; I guess it’s her allergies. Gosh, I hope I’m not causing her to sneeze all the time. Surely, I’m not. If it were me or one of the others, mom would have been sneezing, coughing, and blowing her nose all the time–not just now. Right?

Boy, I hope I’m right. Regardless of what is causing mom to feel bad, I felt bad for her; she just looked miserable. I shouldn’t say looked miserable, I mean I should say she just felt miserable–that’s sounds much better. To me, mom is beautiful all the time. I know for sure she feels she same towards me and the others as well.

Dad really likes his new computer game–Conan. He plays it every day, and Wooly watches him play it every day. That is, except for today.

Dad downloaded an extension of content to his game yesterday. Then, he downloaded a patch for the game (for those of you who don’t know what a patch is, it is a partial program that is supposed to fix another part of the main program). Whatever happened during these downloads no one knows. But, I do know dad’s game is not working properly now. He posted some questions on the Conan forum to see if anyone else is having this problem. If they are, they might know what to do to fix it. I sure hope someone knows.

It is kinda sad to see dad just lazing around in his chair, watching television, and then falling asleep.

Who has all the money? Who is going to benefit from all the government money?

Well, I can tell you it is not our family. My mom and dad are both retired and that is the income they have. They don’t qualify for anything–not even the EITC. Their retirement does not count as earned income, and therefore, they don’t qualify. They receive $335.00 a month as dividends; therefore, they don’t qualify. Our mortgage is not eligible, although our mortgagor received government money. Government money is only going toward Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac to help out with mortgages; therefore, they don’t qualify.

It seems as if all the government money is going to people who don’t really need it.

I do not feel very well today. I really don’t feel like doing anything. I’m just lying around wherever mom happens to be. Right now, she is going to put on our rice and pop us some popcorn.

I can eat popcorn almost any time at all. I can smell it popping, and it sure smells good. I hope my stomach will behave itself. If it doesn’t, mom will give me another Pepto-Bismol. They’re not so bad; they taste like a cherry pie (that’s as close as I can come to what it tastes like).

I guess we will watch NCIS while we eat (I hope I can) our popcorn; it’s about that time, so I guess I’ll let you know what happens tomorrow.